July 20, 2009
Day off. Stu met me at Papa Ramanos on his way home later. I arrived a few minutes before him, so ordered a large Meatza with a draft of pale ale. Stu immediately brought up his past upon joining me at the booth. I immersed myself in the paintings of Italian buildings surrounding the restaurant as I loaned him my ear. A small arcade room in the back held memories of his younger days. I thought about what it was like having to avoid family events altogether because neither his family or his boyfriend's family approved of their relationship. Listening.